Free for All Friday!

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Run little imaginations, run free! Uhm, yeah... it's Friday and as always at the end of the week we open or minds and prompt to our hearts content. Within the rule of course.

And the rules are as follows:

No more than three prompts from one fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
No spoilers in the prompts until a week after airdate/release
If your prompt gets asnwered you can prompt again

Examples of how to prompt to let our codemonkeys keep what little fragments of their sanity they have left:

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Scars are not always visable
RPS, Chris Kane/Tim Hutton, Don't want to let you go

Leverage/SGA, Eliot/Ronon, wall!sex
Firefly/X-Men, Jayne/Logan, "Bite off a bit more than you could chew there, bub"

So, go, have fun and prompt! And don't forget the lonely prompts if nothing tempts your muses today

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[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Scars are not always visable

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris Kane/Tim Hutton, Don't want to let you go

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage/SGA, Eliot/Ronon, wall!sex

[daria234.livejournal.com]

It started with Ronon making fun of Eliot for having hair that's too short.

It was a rather un-Ronon-like thing to do, but something about the grouchy hitter made him want to stir a little trouble.

Ronon kept poking verbally until the man shoved him against the wall.

A pause. As Eliot waited for Ronon to go into fight mode. To push back.

All Eliot got instead was a small closed-mouth smile.

The look on Eliot's face as he figured it out was adorable. The feel of Eliot's teeth gently biting down on Ronon's lower lip, the fill of Eliot's tongue in his mouth, was something else entirely.

Eliot's hands on his hips, putting them where he wanted then.

Ending with Ronon's back against the wall, crouched down so he was practically sitting, with Eliot riding him face to face. One of Ronon's hands held Eliot's hip just in case (not that Eliot was about to lose balance); the other moved on Eliot's dick in motion with their rhythm.

It hurt. Ronon's thighs ached with holding the position, his back scraping against the rough wall as Eliot's motions moved their bodies up and down.

Eliot's hair flying everywhere, half covering the smirk, and then the orgasmic expression, on Eliot's face. The squeeze around Ronon, better than anything, the pleasure for once being even better than the pain.

When it was done, Eliot shoved him to the ground. But then the hitter laughed and plopped down next to him, so their limbs entangled just a bit as Eliot's hand moved, surprisingly soft, along Ronon's jaw.

Ronon closed his eyes for just a moment. This one was going to take a second to figure out.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Firefly/X-Men, Jayne/Logan, "Bite off a bit more than you could chew there, bub?"

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, set in season six. Sam and Dean prepare to have sex for the first time since Dean went to hell. Sam's freaking out - Worried about a ton of things - but Dean calms him down.

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Teen!Chris and Leo - An "I hate you!" from a Chris who remembers everything prompts a Leo breakdown until Piper gets them to talk to each other.

[samueljames]

True Blood, Jason/Eric, Jason becomes Eric's pet voluntarily.

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, "I've never stopped loving you."

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, getting caught by Sam.

[afireburning.livejournal.com]

Sam sighed as he walked out of the front door of the motel after checking out himself and Dean from their room.

Castiel was supposed to be meeting them to help deal with the demons they had found, but he and Dean hadn't really themselves lately. Sam didn't know why, but there was this weird tension between them, even more than normal. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. He only knew that something was going on, and he didn't really like another day of putting up with it.

His mouth dropped slightly open and he found himself unable to do anything but blink in surprise at what he was seeing when he looked over to the Impala.

Cas had appeared while he had been checking out. Dean had him backed against the front passenger door of the car, one hand under the angel's untucked shirt, the other wrapped around the middle of his tie as the two of them exchanged a slow, heated kiss.

What the hell? , Sam wondered. Brain bleach NOW, please . He really didn't need to see his brother making out with anyone, especially Cas. Ever.

Although now that he thought about it, he wasn't all that surprised that the tension between them lately had turned into this. There had always been something there. The real surprise was that Dean had finally manned up and done something about it. Yeah, he was so getting Dean to talk about this later as much as he would, which thankfully, knowing Dean's aversion to the emotional, wouldn't be too much.

Cas broke the kiss. "Sam is here," he said, managing to regain his composure almost instantly.

Dean was a different story as he turned to look at Sam, just daring him to take his best shot and make some comment.

"Hey, Cas," he greeted, and then met his brother's eyes with a ghost of a smile. "Good to see you two are getting along again," was all he said and got into the car.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, Plane crash.

[egalitarianmuse.livejournal.com]

They hit the water so hard, there's no getting up. Morgan thinks he's cracked his pelvis; Reid knows he's hurt way worse, but he keeps up the running commentary anyway.

Famous plane crashes and their aftermaths--

"Did you know survivor's guilt is one of the lesser causes of killing sprees? Some who feel they were especially chosen to survive take it upon themselves to eliminate the less worthy. It's been proven in a number of psychological studies."

Jokes, because, why not--

"I know the damsel thing is usually your routine, but feel free to carry me out of here anytime, Pretty Boy."

Keeping up the act, because someone will come, really--

"I thought about teaching myself Finnish, but I didn't think I'd ever use it. French is fairly simple to learn, though."

"Tu parles français?"

"...I'm sure it will be simple to learn once I start studying it. That's what I meant."

Morgan snorts, winces. "Sure, that's you meant."

Huffing oxygen out of the masks and ignoring the floating dead bodies because they aren't Whitelighters--

"I cannot believe you know what a Whitelighter is."

"I'm not entirely pop culture illiterate. I know some things." Reid prods listlessly at a life vest that he has no hope of reaching. This emergency plan was poorly devised.

"You mean some things like TV shows with hot chicks in it."

"I don't know if that says more about me or about you."

Morgan sucks air from his second oxygen mask while Reid doesn't need even the one. They both try not to notice.

"Fair enough."

Second-guessing heroism, because friends shouldn't leave friends to die alone--

"I'll be back, Derek. I promise," Reid says even though there's only a slim chance Morgan can hear him. He lost consciousness fifteen minutes ago, around the time the shouting started from the rear of the plane.

His leg's an anchor on a scuttled ship; he moves across the wreckage anyway. It's not like the Coast Guard's about to save their lives. They're half sunk with nowhere to land.

With his thin arms and long fingers, he pulls a six-year old from under a pile of steel, wire, and cargo. He thinks they might have been transporting a rare animal in that crate. Doesn't matter, it died on impact or soon after. The little boy'll ride it into the hereafter, because heroism doesn't necessarily mean survival.

The damage is serious, in and out--

He spits up blood on his nice sweater vest and his head feels a little light. At least he isn't hungry anymore.

The nice other passengers help him back to his seat, where it used to be. In the intervening hours, it floated away, leaving a hole behind next to Morgan, who's too cold.

Reid lays his head on Derek's lap and recites, from beginning to end, Le Petit Prince in perfect French. It's funny the things he knows that he forgot he knew. Morgan has always had that affect on him.

He feels strong hands that have been weakened in his hair, stroking it away from his ears. Morgan knows The Little Prince as well. Reid thinks his mother will be thrilled; isn't this the kind of love she wanted for him?

Daylight comes on a perfect ocean view. The water is choppy but undisturbed by the mechanical angles and ugliness of what man can do and fail to do well--

But the sand flies under a sky full with helicopters and small planes that do passover after pass on an island that's not on any map. A few living souls stare up because, what else can they do? This isn't quite a miracle anymore, but it is a story.

Reid grimaces at the glare from the sun impacting a fleet and a half of stainless steel and glass. He hasn't seen clearly a while; this doesn't help.

"Did you know that survivor's guilt is one of the lesser causes of killing sprees?" he asks, for wont of something to say, and it could be the heatstroke speaking.

"Oui," Morgan replies, "je me souviens."

He turns his head to look at the man who swam when he shouldn't have to get here, and, he hopes, will walk again. They should have come sooner.

"I think I understand."

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Gingerbread house.

[samueljames]

Star Trek, Pike/Kirk/McCoy, Jim and Bones are an established couple and they seduce Pike who doesn't get why they'd want him. They end up as a triad.

[alicat713.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + Sam (+any), They investigate strange murders at a campground. Classic horror movie mythos abound!

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any/any, We twist and turn where angels burn.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Ianto is the one who can't die.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Angel/Wolverine, Kissing in the snow.

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

"It's only snow, kid." Logan said impatiently but Warren didn't seem to listen to him.
"I haven't seen snow in 10 years." Warren reminded him and tugged at Logan's arm: "Come on."
"Forget it, kid." Warren rolled his eyes at him:
"If I'm a kid then what we did last night was highly illegal." Warren grinned and managed to pull Logan out of the kitchen.
"You want to play in the snow, I'm going to call you a kid." Logan replied gruffly.
Warren grabbed his coat and while pulling it on he smirked:
"Who said something about playing? There are things I couldn't do in the snow when I was ten."
"Really?" Logan pretended disinterest but followed Warren onto the terrace. On the lawn behind the fountain a couple younger mutants were still going strong with their snowball fight even though the sun was setting fast.
Warren laughed when he tilted his face up into the falling snow and spun around.
"You look like a gaudy winter postcard motiv." Logan commented at the sight.
Warren stopped spinning and instead wrapped his arms around Logan's neck.
"Relax." he said.
"What gives you the idea that I'm not?" Logan asked.
"Usually you're not looking as suspicious as you do now when I'm about to do this." Warren kissed him, sweetly and almost chastely, a kiss somebody in love for the first time might give and Logan understood only in that moment that despite Warren's age and general devil-may-care attiude about sex Logan was his first.
Logan grabbed Warren's coat at his back with both hands and hauled the boy closer. He deepened the kiss, coaxing Warren's mouth open with his lips and tongue. He could feel snowflakes landing on him and melting, tiny tracks of icy water that ran down his skin.
He broke the kiss, one hand letting go of Warren's coat and splaying against his cheek. Warren's lips looked red and swollen and he breathed harder. With his thumb Logan brushed away a tiny snowflake that clung to Warren's lashes like a small star.
"Still a kid for you?" Warren asked in a low voice. Logan's thumb brushed down from Warren's lashes until it reached his lips. Warren playfully nipped at the tip and waited for an answer.
"Perhaps I should call you Angel instead." He said and leaned in for another kiss.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Ianto/Owen, Sexy Boy by Shawn Michaels

[samueljames]

Queer As Folk, Stuart/Vince, they finally sleep together and it's only okay. Vince realises they really are better just as friends.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Tosh/Owen, pre-Reset please Fix You

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot (/Author's choice or +team), Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Any, That's what you get for buying online

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

Eliot laughed at the incredulous look on Alec's face. "That's what you get for buying online, Hardison. Maybe next time you should try going to a real store, like normal people."

"I'll have you know that normal people are the ones that buy online. It's almost taboo to go to a real store for anything more than groceries. And in some places, even groceries can be ordered online."

"You have got to be kidding me." Eliot shook his head, shuddering at the mere thought of shopping for food online. "That's why I don't eat anything that comes from your place. Lord only knows where it came from."

"Whatever, man." Alec sighed, tossing the garrish package on the couch. "This sucks. Pink!? I mean really, of all colors the colors they could've sent, why pink?"

"Stop being such a baby. Real men don't care about what color your shirt is. And considering the colors you usually dress in, seeing you in a pink shirt ain't gonna be as shockin' as you seem to think."

"First, the way I dress is fine. You wish you had my style. Second, I bought this as a gift, and he doesn't wear pink. Hell, he rarely wears any real colors anyway."

Feeling a wee bit jealous that his boyfriend was buying gifts for some other guy, Eliot huffed, "Whatever. Like I said, if he's a real man, he'll wear the shirt no matter what. He won't care that its pink."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I'm glad you feel that way."

Turning back to the tv, Eliot picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels. "And why is that?"

"Because it's not a shirt, it's an apron. And I bought it for you."

Alec managed to catch the remote before it hit the floor. Eliot's jaw was another story.

END

[lady-yashka.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Angel: The Series, Eliot and Lindsey(brothers), Lindsey 'steals' Eliot from the team.

[lady-yashka.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Angel: The Series, Eliot and Lindsey(brothers), Mistaken identity.

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Alec was still reeling from meeting Mulder and Scully - in person! and Mulder knew who he was! - when the team took another job in LA. Eliot was grumbling about security risks and Parker talked about stopping off at the Getty and Sophie wanted to get some shopping in. Only Nate seemed to really care that some law firm was completely screwing everyone over.

Later Alec would blame everything on Agent Mulder. If Agent Mulder hadn't totally blown his mind, Alec wouldn't have volunteered to help Eliot scout out the law offices. And then Alec wouldn't have been so off his rocker as to not wonder what the hell was going on until it was over.. None of this was his fault.

Anyway, Alec had been busy telling Eliot about the new add-on for World of Warcraft and Eliot had been grunting back like he was actually paying attention for once. They were still a couple of blocks from Wolfram and Hart and weren't expecting anything serious. So they ignored the guy who kept yelling, "Lindsey." They were two guys after all and the man was looking for a girl, right?

Except the guy grabbed Eliot from behind - because he was seriously more suicidal than anyone Alec ever met - and said, "Lindsey! I thought you were dead!"

Eliot let out one of the low growling noises that always preceded someone getting knocked unconscious and then the fight was on. Alec took three steps backward and whipped out his phone. The other guy could fight and this definitely had to go up on YouTube. It was like a real life kung-fu movie.


And when Eliot finally had the guy pinned to the ground, with his knee on his neck, he did something very un-Eliot-like. He said, "If I figure out which one of you sorry sons of bitches killed my brother, you're deader than you've ever been, vamp." And then he punched him out.

Alec did put the video up on YouTube, after blurring out the faces. And they did get the money back for the victims. But Eliot kept getting called Lindsey by fucking everyone and punched a lot of people. And then made Nathan promise to stop taking jobs in LA.

[lady-yashka.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Supernatural, Dean/Eliot, One of the team's marks was human, the other was not.

[alicat713.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any Doctor + / Companion(s), Traveling back in time to every Friday the 13th for a century reveals startling and unexpected evidence that maybe, just maybe, Friday the 13th IS an unlucky day!